1. A song of ascents. Of David. LORD, my heart is not proud; nor are my eyes haughty. I do not busy myself with great matters, with things too sublime for me.

2. Rather, I have stilled my soul, hushed it like a weaned child. Like a weaned child on its mother's lap, so is my soul within me.

3. Israel, hope in the LORD, now and forever.




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“Faltar com a caridade¨¦ como ferir a pupila dos olhos de Deus.” São Padre Pio de Pietrelcina